Could I really be that lucky? All I ever wanted to be growing up was a "mommy." Never had a desire to have a career. Never needed anything more out of life than to just be called Mom. I thought I'd graduate high school and start in on baby making. Boy was I glad I waited many a year to start the whole growing up process! Having kids has definitely aged me, but I wouldn't have it any other way. How wonderful it is going to sleep at night knowing that I have two beautiful souls who depend on me to be there for them in the morning, to have their lunches packed, to be there when they walk in the door from school? How did I get so lucky that my husband of 14 years had a mom and grandma who took such great care of him that he wanted nothing more than for me to be a hands on mom and be home to take care of them. How else did I get so lucky that the man I married 14 years ago would be such a wonderful father that he wanted to spend every moment home from work just being a family. Never do I hear, "Hey lets get rid of the kids, lets take them to your moms." No he had kids so they could be involved in his life - in OUR lives. Dont get me wrong, we both enjoy the occasional "date" night and time spent away from the kids, but we are both itching to see them the very next day. Charles can't even stand to come home from work and see that Jeremy is off to his aunties for the weekend or off to a friends for the afternoon. Its as if it doesn't occur to him that his kids should be anywhere else but where the heart is.
